Confident Survivalist
Trees were toppled; Ocean tides rose 12 feet high. Cars and houses were demolished. Over the years, we had weathered many destructive storms. But this massive mad monster of the sea had no rivals. Thousands lost their lives, and millions were left helpless, homeless, and hungry. Fewer lives would have been lost had we heeded the calls for evacuation.
I am the 'mind-set' programed upwards. I am the attitude that knows no quit. Hello. My name is Confident Survivalist. The usual words heard after a devastating storm are never, "We are out of here forever", but rather, "We will rebuild". Most people have the 'will to rebuild', but it usually takes a while.
102320PSCtest, After The Hurricane, Craig Cornish. NA
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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